"Eliel, you traitor to the elves!"

Memion shouted angrily, and the sword light brought out a phantom and stabbed at Eliel, who was close at hand.

The former chief priest dodged away unhurriedly, and the ice clones that remained in place shattered, and the ice turned into water, but the long sword that Memion stabbed into it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

"Frozen!"

Elliel snapped his fingers crisply, and the scattered splashes of water froze into sculptures, and the cold air was so cold that he stuck the sword inside. At the same time, the white cold air condensed into a serpentine shape and wrapped around Memeon, who was close at hand.

As a last resort, the Shadow Frost Patriarch had no choice but to let go and take a step back, and in the realm of night, the black shadow vines under his control pounced on these cold condensed pythons, and he slammed his feet to attack Ariel again.

"Are you planning to break with me?"

There was still no anger on Eliel's calm face, and a curtain of water rose in front of him, like an open pocket, and no matter how much Memeon turned around, he rushed left and right, always facing the mouth of the bag.

Seeing this, he stopped, his body melted into the dark night, and the black vines that were entangled with the cold air immediately scattered on the ground, like spread ink, merging with him.

"Again, are you a thirty-year-old?"

Elliel spread out a pair of aqua blue wings behind his back, floating in the air, and the water curtain pocket that had been suspended beside him was completely spread out, floating quietly under his feet, like a blanket.

"Scatter!"

The curtain of water stretched rapidly under his control, covering exactly every inch of the ground with black shadows, even those who clinged to the corners of the walls and tried to climb the walls.

One black and one blue, two large nets, you run and I chase, and in the end, they all become a layer of thin slices as light as cicada wings.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Memeon simply gathered the black shadows in one point and kept thrusting upwards, trying to force his way through the pale blue gauze that covered it.

But his actions were as ridiculous as a bear child hiding under the quilt trying to break through the quilt with his knees, and the black shadow arched a peak, as small as a needle on the top, and the aqua blue gauze also bulged out of the sheath-like shell, locking Memion firmly underneath.

"Is it fun?"

Eliel chuckled, and with a flash of light in his hand, the thirty-two-centimeter Sea Soul Wood Wand flicked into the air, and fine dust was sprinkled on the tip of the wand, evenly spread on the gauze, and the soft liquid curtain was immediately as hard as iron, and it also became Memion's cage.

The wand returned, and he waved it like a symphony conductor with a few taps, and the blue that lay on the ground immediately shrank, wrapping the spread black shadow from the edges, and finally shrinking into a rectangular cage, the black liquid in which condensed into a human form, turning back into Memion, trapped in it with a face full of anger.

The latter pursed his lips and blushed, as if he was about to burst out of a dirty word in the next second.

"Alright, I know you're wondering why Xengil didn't come to help you, right?"

Eliel picked up the sword he had landed on the ground and flicked it lightly, the trembling sound of the sword swinging in an invisible circle that distorted the air somewhere next to the two of them.

The silhouette of a person gradually came to the fore, it was none other than Singier, who was still making incendiary remarks just now.

Now there is only Tina on the high platform with a crown on her head.

"How did you find me?" Sengil's face was cold, and the look in his eyes was a little unnatural, whether it was looking at Memeon or at him.

Before Eliel could reply, Memeon threw out a vulgar curse.

“Gree-thehb！ Bitch of the Night Whispering Family! I knew you had a leg with him! You've been together since then, haven't you? You disgruntled doe! You ......"

Although Memeon and Sengil were obvious allies, he was so vulgar that Eliel couldn't listen to it, and with a flick of his wand, the rich water element immediately filled the cage, completely freezing the Shadow Frost Patriarch.

"Thank you." Sengil owes a bow.

Elliel raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be clamoring for me to be arrested now? Why are you still so polite? After all, I've let go of important clues, wounded your allies, and most likely interfered with your plans. ”

Sengil stared into his eyes for a long time, as if to see through what was going on inside him.

However, she only saw a pair of eyes that were as clear as water, and there was no wave.

"Hand him over to me, I won't pursue the matter." She spoke. "As long as you don't meddle in this matter, I will definitely not make a move on you. May I? ”

Her last sentence trembled at the end, as if pleading.

Is this also 'God's will'? The 'god' who saved me from the hands of the 'Lord of the Elements'. Elliel sneered: "Or do you really have an 'old love' for me, and you are still 'broken'?" ”

Sengil's eyes darkened a little, and then his face returned to frost.

"I declare in the name of Isu, the Lord of the Waters, that from now on, the former chief priest, Eliel Morrowind, is no longer a noble child of the night, but a traitor on the run, and the cold and damp Bourrod will be the place where he will spend the rest of his life!"

"-rod" means burrow in Elven language, and Bourlord means "burrow covered with moss", when he first learned this word, Mu Yan felt from the bottom of his heart that elves are really an interesting race, and even prisons say it so emotionally.

After the long sentence was read, the ice that imprisoned Memeon shattered, and the long-awaited Sword Saint picked up the sword with his toes and stabbed at Eliel again.

"That's you."

Eliel smiled reassuringly at the Nightwhispering Patriarch, and the surrounding elements instantly surged like a tidal wave.

"I've tried to fight one against two at the legendary level, but it's the first time that the enemy is two patriarchs."

Soon, his chuckle was drowned out by the roar of the clash of elements.

……

On January 25, 776 A.D., the elves of the Silent Forest founded the Silvermoon Empire, but the news was neither announced nor advertised, and no one other than the members of the Silvermoon Alliance was aware of it.

The former chief priest, Eliel, was stripped of his status as an elf, and a handful of hardliners who, like him, did not support the Empire, were taken to the crypt of Boulrod, and the current chief priest is the Night Whisperer Patriarch Sciir.

The four major families that originally made up the parliament also no longer served as councillors, but formed four armies. The rest of the ethnic groups and tribes that came to Silvermoon City one after another half a year ago have become vassal races.

"What the hell? It's like going to war. "Ochie, the village chief of Wood Throat Village, couldn't help but ask the elven ambassador." Doesn't that mean something big is going to happen? That's it? ”

The indifferent ambassador ignored him, and after the announcement, he turned and left.

"What a mess." Biru, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but ask. "The cubs in the village haven't grown up yet, why are there going to be wars?"

The bear's paw that the village chief of Och placed on Biru's shoulder was slightly forced, and the latter grinned in pain.

"What are you pinching me?"

"Sending Suzanne away is probably the right decision I've ever made in my life."

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In the poplar forest of the Ash Valley, the white light flashed, and a figure fell from the sky, and landed under a tree with a "bang".

The scorched poplar tree, which was mostly blackened, was still struggling to grow, and two distinct black footprints were printed on a fork close to 90 degrees, as if someone with a burning foot had stopped here.

After the figure landed, it fell into a coma, and many demonic beasts rushed to hear the sound, but they were all driven away by a special breath.

……

Lucy woke up in terror, and what had just happened seemed like a nightmare to her.

It was late at night, and there was silence all around, no insects or birds.

No, it's not a quiet forest!

The elven girl hurriedly got up, lowered her body, and clenched her long sword in both hands.

The night in the quiet forest is more noisy than the day, and the evening breeze blows, and the insects and birds that have been silent for a day will come out and make noise.

As far as the eye could see, there was a devastated tree, the trunk was charred black, and there was a crack in the ground more than ten meters long. The crack seemed to be caused by an extremely hot sharp object, the opening was narrow, and the surrounding soil had cracked and dried up.

This is...... Aspen forests in the Ash Valley?

She was the first to know this.

Half a year ago, the sky of Imotru burned red, and the mudslide of rotting blood and blood crushed the place like a wave, leaving a dead silence after that.

Her qualities as a swordsman alerted her, and she slowly walked behind a tree with light steps, holding her breath and not letting go of a trace.

The girl's pointed ears moved slightly, and there was a slippery sound of liquid wriggling directly above, and a shudder from the soul spread through all corners of her body like electricity.

She seemed to be able to smell the fishy stench that didn't exist, and nightmarish memories flooded into her mind.

Rotten Blood!

Lucy kicked her feet and flew into the distance like a swallow, and at the same time, the tip of her sword slashed a waning moon trail, and the tree that had been hiding before fell in response.

"Poof—"

A large puddle of mud fell from the sky, and the weeds on the ground were instantly corroded into charred yellow, sneering and steaming white.

Lucy was like an enemy, but her body didn't tremble as usual, and she curled up in a ball of fear.

In the trial of the windswept firmament, she had overcome her fear of the Rotting Blood, and the girl knew that avoiding nothing would solve anything, and that only courage could save the rest of her life in remorse and self-blame.

But the only thing that made her wonder now was why the rotten blood in front of her didn't have that unpleasant smell, and stood stupidly in place, not meaning to pounce at all, but cowered and didn't dare to step forward.

Between the stalemate of one man and one beast, a real fishy smell came out.

It's on the right!

Lucy didn't hesitate, staring at the strange rotting blood in front of her as she dodged to the left, and almost as soon as she left her position, a bag of rags dripping with mud rolled up.

The second Rotting Blood!

This kind of demonic beast has no bones, and its whole body is semi-liquid, so the purity of the demon core is extremely high, plus it is usually hidden in waterfronts, swamps and even damp soil, which is not easy to find, and it is extremely corrosive, so the price is very expensive.

But in the face of high returns, there is never a shortage of fighters. Someone spotted their weakness - when the carrion opened its mouth to devour its target, it revealed the intersection of blood vessels scattered like cobwebs on the inner skin, where magic and blood converged, and where the magic core was located.

Therefore, as long as the Rotten Blood Demon exposes its life, it will have a chance to kill it with one blow, and it can also peel off the demon core intact. Once the core is stripped away, this monster is really no different from mud. At the beginning, in the two-story labyrinth in the Wind Sky and Acorn's body, Tina easily solved the Rotten Blood Raccoon.

Lucy's older brother, Roddy, is also one of them, and he is especially good at dancing on the tip of a knife, which is how he supports his sister and provides her with a huge tuition fee to go to Sulama.

But he's just a swordsman, and he can't be like Tina, who is still heavily armed as a marksman. What he can do is to make himself a bait, seduce the rotten blood raccoon to devour him, so as to fight for a precious glimmer of life.

Just as the warrior was finally shrouded in horse leather and the crew died at sea, he was devoured by the carrion during a hunt, struggling to jump off the towering cliffs of the Dusk Swamp at the last moment of his life, while screaming for Lucy to escape.

……

The Rotten Blood Raccoon missed, letting out a low roar, as if calling out to its companions.

Lucy knew that she couldn't drag it out, she ran a few steps to the right, keeping the two monsters in her field of vision, to avoid being attacked on her back, and then took the initiative to step forward with her sword in hand, and the silver light on the sword illuminated the dark night.

Seeing that the prey took the initiative to send it to the door, the carrion immediately opened its mouth dripping with mud. Lucy was so close to it that the rhythmic veins on its inner walls could be clearly seen

……

"These big guys are actually very easy to deal with, the moment they open, the magic core in the middle will be exposed......"

"So as long as you are calm and calm, cut off the demon core and the surrounding veins in an instant before the rotten blood relent closes, not only can you kill it, but you can also make the demon core intact to the greatest extent......"

"It's not dangerous, it's not dangerous at all, really! I won't let you go just because the rotten blood raccoon is too disgusting, so little Lucy must run away as soon as she sees the rotten blood raccoon......"

I'm not going to run away this time, brother.

Lucy quickly raised her right hand, and the silver sword qi formed an arc, stabbing out violently at the moment when the open flesh wall of the rotten blood was about to close.

The spinning tip of the sword accurately peeled away the fingernail-sized core.

The girl staggered slightly, bounced out of the runaway mud before it landed on her, and continued to watch warily into the distance.

But the scene in front of her made her a little stunned.

The scream of the carrion that had died at her hand had indeed attracted a companion who had been able to join the fray, but now that companion had been stopped by another carrion, the one that had been hovering above her head at the beginning, without a peculiar smell.

The battle between the two Rotten Blood Raccoon was like two lumps of mud beating each other, and the corrosive and poisonous liquid they were proud of was completely ineffective against each other, just like two mages who were immune to the magic technique, and in desperation, they started hand-to-hand combat with their staffs, and for a while the mud splashed everywhere, and a strong fishy smell slowly dispersed.

Lucy instinctively sensed that danger was spreading, and she didn't care about the strange situation in front of her, so she pulled her legs and ran.

She remembered Eliel's last words before parting.

"Go where you came from, and don't go back to Silvermoon City."

She had been staying near the forest spirit's treehouse under the arrangement of the other party, living with the ferns and bear monsters there, but it also belonged to the edge of Silvermoon City.

Is he referring to the windy firmament?

All Lucy can think of now is this strange place.

When she returned to Imotru with the human named Shamu, things turned out to be more than she expected. First separated from Amather, she and Tina met Lord Elliel as soon as they returned to the outskirts of the Silent Forest, followed by the Patriarch of Singhir and the Patriarch of Memeon...... The members of the Silver Moon Council that she hadn't had a chance to see in the past were all here.

After a brief inquiry, the group of bigwigs had a dispute over the placement of the two. Of course, the argument took place in the soundproof barrier, and she was not qualified to listen, but that didn't affect her ability to detect several pairs of greedy eyes sweeping over her.

Then, Tina was taken away, and the patriarchs were stopped by Lord Eliel as they walked towards her.

"In the end, it's not that the hand is fast, and the hand is slow?" The adult said this at the time, and then took her away as he had just done.

Today was her first real "homecoming" since returning from the Wind Firmament, and Mistress Elliel said he wanted her to see Tina.

However, from the first step into Silvermoon City, a strong sense of strangeness has always filled my heart. Unlike the quiet and peaceful people in the past, people become irritable, irritable, and even savage.

From Lucy's birth until now, she has never felt the word "savage" in any of the elves. Elves often like to use it in conjunction with "ignorance" to describe the orcs of the Kadra Highlands and the druids who once lived in Imotru.

In particular, the patriarch, Mr. Gustavo, who was half-elven blood, was covered in similar labels.

The elves say that he has grown this half of his blood completely on his head, so he is a complete savage. There is no trace of elf merit in him.

But now Silvermoon City made her resist from the bottom of her heart. Those people were not even as kind as the druids of the Wind Firmament, at least the bearded man named Ymir had performed on himself to transform into six different kinds of fish.

As for Tina......

Lucy couldn't imagine why her friend had become like that, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in her eyes, as if she had lost her soul.

Generally speaking, elves are rarely sociable, because there are always many people to contact in a long life, and too familiar and too intimate will cause early boredom, so each elf has only a handful of close friends.

But Lucy is lucky, she used to have a brother who loved her, and she was very close to Idriel, Tina, and Amacer, but now none of them are gone.

The elder brother and Idril died, and Tina became like that, as for Amacer......

She remembered that not long after the two of them left Imotru that day, a deafening explosion was heard in that direction, and Tina's eyes widened in horror, and if it weren't for the fact that the two of them were surrounded by so many patriarchs, she would have rushed back without hesitation.

In a trance, the girl ran to the center of the desolate crater, and she looked around helplessly, only to realize that she did not know how to go back.

The twin moons hung high in the air, and there was silence all around, and after two mages comparable to small-yield atomic bombs blew themselves up, this place became a real barren land.

"What to do, how to go back?"

"Brother, what should I do?"

The girl stood in the center of the pit, a wave of despair slowly welled up in her heart, she supported her body with her long sword, and still stood straight.

"There will be a way, there must be."

The scene of that day in Imotrum flashed before her eyes, and then froze in the final battle.

She remembered that the people had watered the soil with wolf blood, and when it was absorbed, the soil bloomed.

The girl gritted her teeth and cut her palm, palms facing down on the dirt.

"Mia bless, you can do it!"

As if her prayer was really heard by Mia, the moment the blood seeped into the dirt, the white light flashed, and she suddenly disappeared in place.